Noise of Experience
My body is insulated. Covered in foil and wrapped in plastic,
shielded from threat. From posing possibilities of change.
Foam padded walls keep cold hunkered down, warmth at bay.
Safety nets kept taut. My highwire trapeze is checked away from spotlight.
My body is quiet, my body is calm, my body is simple. My body has a little life
far from the hustle and noise of experience. My body is insulated, safe. Alone.
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